A look back
Well, your first name is Chuck...
They’re knocking down the old theater in my hometown where my grandmother watched silent films as a kid. I’ll miss these places when they’re all gone.
I for some reason have the urge to change my surname to Whittier and to lock people inside a building like that. Weird.
That must’ve been some workshop. I’ve never had fireworks thrown at me in an educational setting.
If only firecrackers were a must at every class, my monkey brain might have gotten the most out of school. And speaking of fun and learning, for certain people educational settings require a bit looseness, bit of fun and more fun, and then some work. A phenomenal teacher I had -- who was unlicensed -- back in my last High School year worked wonders, using a relaxed setting that I hope to give a glimpse of.
The class was unique, as he ran a private class -- might've been illegal -- only for misfits and trouble makers. If you got As? Bs? You're not allowed. Pretty much only for those who couldn't but fall asleep while looking at functions. He ran it in an abandoned old basement near his granpa's house. Class open 24/7 most days. You can come and go as you please. Wednesdays and Saturdays however, had a time schedule from 20:00 ti'll 04:00 in the morning ( some of us had school at 08:00!!)
The usual chalk board, tables and chairs. Add to that a little gas cylinder stove, a pot that went through WW2 prob, and a broken wooden utensil. Weed, alcohol? Any drug's allowed. And often times he was high aswell. The term mad genius doesn't even remotely do him justice. He had it going this way for 5 years, between 2010 and 2015. A highly unconventional style. Can seem outright crazy to many people but, all of his students without exception passed the national math test with ease. A few years ago he became a certified teacher, and that man cave basement is now gone, demolished, but is a stuff of folklore and legend for hundreds of his former students.